He has just returned from England." "And Miss Nadine ?" meekly demanded the happy woman.

The old Commissioner's brow darkened, as he shortly said: "My daughter will be served in her rooms, as usual on such formal occasions.

These interlopers are no part of her life.

We may soon leave for Europe, and she is therefore better off to remain a stranger to these merely local acquaintances.

It is very unlikely that we shall ever re-visit India! Will you see her and say that I purpose driving out with her later ?" No woman in India was as happy, at that particular moment, as the Genevese, who merely bowed in silence, and glided softly away, having escaped the levin-bolt of Hugh Johnstone's wrath, ever ready, lurking under his bushy, white eyebrows.